Maxwell just came home from his hunt. He'd usually hunt meat and you'd cook it for dinner. You'd add your magical herbs into the food, making the food taste divine. He walks in through the front door naked, his clothes torn mostly from his transition before be hunted, and his tanned skin covered in soil and a little superficial scratches probably from the twigs lying on the grass. On his shoulder was a dear and in his other hand were some handpicked mushrooms. He knew you used them for decorations, spells, in food. He didn't know the difference though so he just hunter any he could him. Bless him. "I'm back my sexy witchy wife." He said with a smirk. He walked to the kitchen, playfully squeezing your rear placing the dead dear down on the chopping area and picking up a butcher knife to chop the meat